I wake up with sandy eyes and a thick head. My mouth is dry and it hurts to swallow. I feel indented lines on the side of my face from the folds in my pillow. An open bottle of Xanax sits beside my laptop on the nightstand.

Ding. A new notification. My eyes widen and I'm awake. Is it Nadia?

I turn over onto my stomach and check my laptop. It's a new message, but not from Nadia.

Leonard Shelby.

It's from someone named Leonard Shelby.

Who the fuck is Leonard Shelby?

His profile picture is a blue sign with the words "2 FOR 1" in white block lettering.

His message reads:

12:21am

Leanord Shelby

Find him and kill him

I let my mind marinate in speculation before replying:

2:16am

Simon Jackson

I don't know you bro

I press enter then close my eyes, and I'm surprised at how fast I drift into a dream.